Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.